Stories I Choose To Forgive You 9:59 PM No matter what the world feeds you; anger, bitterness, confusion, pain---choose to forgive. At the end of the day, like love, forgiveness is a choice. So I made a mental note that despite the heaviness in my heart each time I wake up, despite the hurting that doesn't seem to stop in every waking hours, despite the questions that keep running in my head, despite the self-doubt and the crashing of self-worth that you brought me, despite the grudge I unconsciously hold, at the end of the day, I can still say I've forgiven you. It's a constant struggle. You told me so yourself, there are things in this world we can never explain. You're right. I would never understand nor will be able to explain some things. Why did you have to choose me, and leave me in the end? Why did you have to promise me so many things, when you always knew you're a coward and you can't deliver them? Why did you have to say hurtful things and blame me, so you can cover up your personal issues? What did I ever do to you to merit this? I guess life's like that. Shit happens. So you have to happen. Maybe I'll find the answer soon. Maybe never. And despite those uncertainties... I still choose to forgive you. I can say with all sincerity, that despite what you did...I forgive you. See also: Keep Walking Hey, did you find this post helpful or entertaining? Please go ahead and share. Share buttons on the left and at the bottom of the article. Big thanks! Subscribe to About Life And Love by Email
Stories Keep Walking 5:08 PM I was doing okay before you came. You came into the picture with a promise of making things better. I let you in. When everything came crashing down, you left me in the middle of the mess. Bringing with you the promise of tomorrow I was holding on to. You walked away. Just. Like. That. And you've got the nerve to tell me you hope I'll be okay. I've got two words for you: Keep walking.
Stories Evanescence 11:17 AM Evanescence You left as quickly as you came. I remember you. You were the one who vanished into thin air a long time ago. I should not be surprised. This is not the first time. Maybe somewhere inside me, I was hoping you'd make it up this time. I believed in you so much I expected a change. I thought you became the person I was wishing you to be. I was wrong. Very wrong. Because you, you vanished into thin air again. Hey, did you find this post helpful or entertaining? Please go ahead and share. Share buttons on the left and at the bottom of the article. Big thanks! Subscribe to About Life And Love by Email
Stories Forgotten 10:29 PM Forgotten Have you forgotten your promise that you will never leave? Have you forgotten the magic that we have once believed? Have you forgotten the things you told me that day? Have you forgotten the songs you sang, and the things that they say? Have you forgotten you swore that you won't let me go? Have you forgotten our love long time ago? Hey, did you find this post helpful or entertaining? Please go ahead and share. Share buttons on the left and at the bottom of the article. Big thanks! Subscribe to About Life And Love by Email
Stories My Mornings When You Left 7:49 PM My Mornings When You Left I had a dream. A man lied beside me. He whispered, "Forget him, I'm here." But when I opened my eyes, I only saw your face. I broke down. I called out your name again and again begging you to come back. I woke up with a stabbing pain in my chest. I was running out of breath again. I got up, stared blankly out the window, and felt hot tears running down my cheeks. It was dawn. It was still and quiet. I felt the cool breeze on my skin and longed for your warm embrace all the more. The empty hole in my heart since you left seems to be growing wider and wider by the minute. I started wondering where you were at that moment. Were you still soundly sleeping? Or like me, were you also up early and felt the same loneliness? Another day started. Another ruthless, insensitive day. Everyone will soon start rushing about and getting on with their lives. And I will be here, trying to live and make sense of the world without you. Trying to put up a brave face for the world to see. Trying to fake a smile despite the pain. Trying to act as normally as I can in a world so familiar yet so strange without you in it. I feel so vulnerable without you beside me. Like a child lost in a huge crowd in a strange place. All I can do is keep myself occupied so I can stop thinking about you, and that horrible nightmare; do normal things like normal people do, but dreading sleep. Most of all, dreading another morning without you.
